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Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy, and thee !
Glou. To say the truth , this fact was infamous,
Tal. When first this Order was ordain'd, my lords,
K. Henry. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'st
thy doom : Be packing therefore, thou that wast a Knight; Henceforth we banish thee on pain of death. Exit Faft. And now, my lord Protector, view the letter Sent froin our uncle Duke of Burgundy. Glou. What means his Grace, that he hath chang'd
his stile ? No more but plain and bluntly, To the King. [Reading. Hath he forgot, he is his Sovereign ? Or doth this churlish superscription Portend some alteration in good will? What's here? I have upon especial canse, [Reads. Mou'd with compassion of my country's wreck, Together with the pitiful complaints of such as your opprefion feeds upon, Forsaken your pernicious faction, And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France. O monstrous treachery! can this be fo? That in alliance, amity, and oaths, There should be found such false dissembling guile ?
K. Henry. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt? Glou. He doih, my lord, and is become your foe. K Henry. Is that the worst this letter doth contain? Glou. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. K. Henry. Why then, lord Tolbot there shall talk
with him, And give him chastisement for this abuse. My lord, how say yon, are you not content ? Tal. Content, my Liege? yes : but that I am pre
vented, I should liave begg'd I might have been employ'd. K. Henry. Then gather strength, and march unto
him ftrait: Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason, And what offence it is to flout his friends.
Tal. I go, my lord, in heart defiring still You may behold confusion of your foes. [Exit Talbot. Vol. V.
S CE N E II.
Enter Vernon and Basset.
too. York. This is my fervant; hear him, noble Prince. Som. And this is mine; sweet Henry, favour him. K. Henry. Be patient, lords, and give them leave
to speak. Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim ? And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
Ver. With him, my lord, for he hath done me wrong. Baf. And I with him, for he hath done me wrong. K. Henry. What is the wrong whereon you both
Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord;
York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left ?
Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
fick men !
York. Let this diffention first be try'd by fight,
Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
Glou. Confirm it so ? confounded be your strife,
do not well To bear with their perverse objections : Much less to take occasion from their mouths To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves : Let me persuade you, take a better course. Exe. It grieves his Highness: good my lords, be friends.
(tants : K. Henry. Come hither you, that would be combaHenceforth I charge you, as you love our favour, Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause. And you, my lords ; 'remember where we are ; In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation: If they perceive diffention in our looks, And that within ourselves we disagree, How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd To wilful Disobedience, and Rebel? Beside, what infamy will there arise, When foreign Princes shall be certify'd, That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
King Henry's Peers and chief Nobility
[Flourish. Exeunt. Manert York, Warwick, Exeter, and Vernon. War. My lord of York, I promise you, the King Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
War. Tulb, that was but his fancy, blame him not; I dare presume, fwect Prince, he thought no harm.
York. And, if I wis, he did.--But let it rest; Other affairs must now be managed.